A human female

One of my oldest and dearest friends is currently – as I sit here and type this – in labour. I informed a colleague of this earlier today and she asked, “Does she know what she’s having?”

Uh, yeah… a baby.

I know what she meant (does she know if the baby is male or female?), but I had to try veryhardindeed to not give the sarcastic answer. I managed to give a sensible answer (a human female) and we agreed that it was terribly exciting.

A similar internal struggle ensues any time Father announces that -pregnant woman- is “expecting”. I know it isn’t clever, original or amusing, but I am compelled to ask, “Oh? What is she expecting?”

The terse answer is usually “a baby”.

(Sometimes two babies).

Anyway, pretty soon there will be another human female in the family Trafford and this one will have a sister.